Sitting by the computer like this, I always feel that something is going to happen, that I have an invitation to come, that I have given a vague promise to someone, and that there is a hidden or present call in the distance.
Just wait and wait until midnight. I can't make an appointment in the middle of the night, and I have nothing to do with the keyboard. I have understood the intolerability of the ancients.
Nothing happened, there was no phone call, the promise didn't remember after all, but I waited around the corner in the long river of time.
There is an impulse to shed tears, want to soak the whole person in the river, want to drown in the night sky as thick as ink.
Wait, wait.
Somehow, I have been waiting for this for many times of the year.
In spring, I always feel that something is going to happen this year, the winter snow has come down, the world is business as usual, everything is business as usual. Blooming season, silently make a wish to the flowers, a certain person will come, Qiuju failed, also did not see anyone face. In the setting sun, beside the bridge, beside the mountain road, in front of the sculpture, I rushed here in a hurry, but I always couldn't remember who asked me to come and do what, but your beautiful figure clearly appeared in front of me.
The words engraved on my heart by a writer many years ago can't help but fill my mind:
Everything is difficult at the beginning, it is not easy to start, whether we can have a good start and finish, sometimes, can not become a choice for us to do whatever we want.
Just like in autumn, no matter how attached the leaves are to the trunk, they can't help but dry up, absorb not a drop of nutrients, and finally fall down.
Just like a drop of water is brought into the sea by the wind, it has no choice but to be diluted, dissolved, driven by the blue waves, and form another magnificent image with the sea.
Do you see that the rain is going to fall to the ground and the water is going to flow downwards? There are a lot of things in life that you can't help. Forget the snowman built up in front of your door, the knife mark on the tree trunk, but also just as they have their own invisible combination form, I can never erase or fill the place where they appear affectionately in my heart. I can never dispel the sweetness and bitterness that seeps into the sea of memory.
We are all planned in this area by some elusive boundaries, and we are also driven and pulled by some invisible forces, moving consciously or unconsciously, and we feel the replacement of wind, frost, rain, snow, spring, summer, autumn and winter together. In any case, the eyes and heart have always been their own, let us look at the world, thinking of a brilliant life.
This is how we waited, after spring and autumn, after the wild goose came back, after the rain and snow fell, after the ice thawed the leaf yellow, after the wine was over, and after the star fell.
I know that you are the waiting I have to wait for, waking up in countless dreams with you in the middle of the night, meditating in the sleepless night, waiting for me to enter your dream, you sleep with me.
Because of you, I am infatuated with words, our acquaintance can only be exchanged between words, know that this life is only waiting, but the feelings implanted into the heart has gradually spread into a blossoming Shen Garden.
This is good, perhaps such a wait is more beautiful.
Then let us imagine and retain each other's beauty, fixed into two statues gazing affectionately.
Author: idle person
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